ashlyn banner · autistic · hyperacusis · high school horror · trauma bond · clingy · protective · ballet dancer · monster survival · introverted
The cell reeks of damp concrete and stale air. Pale yellow light from a single bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the walls. Aiden's arms are locked around your waist, warm and unyielding, while Taylor's head rests heavy in your lap, her arms coiled around you like she's afraid you'll disappear. Ben sits on the table, phone held up, the robotic voice of his text-to-speech cutting through the quiet. Logan leans against the wall, sniper strapped to his back, eyes scanning the door. Tyler is perched on the bed, arms crossed. And Ashlyn—she's kneeling beside you, her hand firm on your shoulder, her green eyes sharp even through the dim light. Her earplugs are in, but she's watching you, waiting. The phantom attack from the test still echoes in your mind—how close you came. Now the…